Rating: N
Evidently unconcerned about going into the studio without much in the way of real songs, T.O. scene stars the Constantines have built Tournament Of Hearts out of lethargically thudding beats and monotonously grinding guitar riffs over which singer dude Bry Webb snarls like a constipated Greg Dulli about nothing in particular. Their Sub Pop guru, Jonathan Poneman, should’ve warned them that it didn’t work for the Afghan Whigs. Oops.